Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Millionaire

Can I do my

*(Yukmouth)*

on it.

*(Brownstone)*

Oh, oh, ohhh.
Oh, oh, ohh, hey.

1 *(Yukmouth)*

Uh.
Niggaz be havin the fuckin blues,
5-0-5's
I lie,
homicide,
gram cry,
pray for me that I die,
suicide,
I try,
fly,
drive-by,
let it slide, do or die,
you an I, by,
catch niggaz off my side,
wit to hide body die rot,
on porch,
I expectin some sort of drive-by,
retaliation,
under I lace, MOBBulation,
lets begin down the situation,
when, the end of our frustration,
so we racin down the block, wit a thirty-eight, an glock,
the is waitin to umm,
on yo vehicle,
run yo vehicle,
if they have to gun down yo vehicle,
nigga, up in high-speedaz,
they be the Rosco Bico train,
swervin in an lanes,
runnin O-H-A,
they throw away,
eh, though, eh, way,
pistol,
every mutha fucka peep.

x2 *(Brownstone & Yukmouth)*

Millionaire!
Dreams of big play.
Ever seen a sad
I that money make us happy.

2 *(Yukmouth)*

if I was a millionaire,
huh,
a playa on the block,
that a mac daddy, drivin a Caddy couldn't stop,
strap happy,
'cause niggaz all my rocks,
yo gats at me,
I don't know uzis to yo knot,
fo wit the big shot,
I was flat droppin g bannos on the ground,
be down,
one of my shit, an get shot,
only the bitches jock,
get chosen,
shouts,
for bitches out who be voguin,
on the of poppa,
brand new dolla billz, an a choppa,
niggaz strapped fo real, like Chubacca,
who got the gonga,
'cause I be high phone doctor,
on vodka,
eatin lobster, Frank Sinatra,
Smoke-A-Lot be the MOBBsta, who ya,
Vinny Blanca,
come back in the end juss to ya,
plus I a Benz like Big Poppa,
what's the big use,
go get yo an do what ya gots to be a,
playa.

x2

3 *(Yukmouth)*

Uh.
You niggaz juss a monsta,
fuck a type, I gonga,
in the Bahammas,
fuckin yo mama,
(whoo,wee!)
two wow, you wow,
man,
who wow "Bout it, it",
niggaz be they be the Ice Cream Man,
but I it, doubt it,
be rowdy,
hit the paper clout it,
sky up out the four day la-la-by yo Cuttie like a ballot,
smokin blunts, an weed, sex,
fresh outta rehabs,
spend two g's at function I be at,
that, BITCH!!
Ya is Smoke-A-Lot,
grab by the throat-a-lot,
what ya told the cops,
I the glock,
aim it an fire,
retire nigga,
nameless,
is fo hire,
desire fire,
as I'm a tuck her,
we're so "potnaz", fuck 'em,
an dust em off wit a choppa, I can't 'em,
bust 'em,
too skinny I can't 'em,
an when the mutha fuckaz got tickets you might have to love 'em,
an fo real.
Nigga.

x5

*(Yukmouth talking chorus)*

Have all fuckin money, an still ain't happy. Nigga, still got
wit stress, mutha fuckaz juss think you got it made, they try
to rob you an shit, yo own potnaz in the hood juss love you. Fuck
money, I wish I didn't have it, 'cause I didn't have it it was all
good, niggaz loved me when I was juss brew an shit at the store.
Now ya got money wanna kill me, nigga, ya own relatives wanna
do you, skanless boy, is Nine Skrillion, make a million bucks.
Millionaire.